I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥

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Monday, March 7, 2011

Found

I almost said "found each other", but the words fell shortand stayed in my mouth; I had to stop and think because all I could see was a clip of two hands reaching out across a distance and searching for contact. Do people find each other? Do we wander through life discovering the existence of friends and loved ones, like famous explorers coming back with expanded maps? Or are we half asleep, fumbling in the dark for who knows what?

I've always been interesting in how some phrases work, and the imagery attached to them.HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEG!